#gerard way in a pencil skirt | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

itsohh · 1 year

Text

Stay For Me

A/N: Female reader, kiwi reader. So this is what I ended up just writing on the way to MCR tonight. Great concert, Gerard wore this suit with a pencil skirt and pantyhose it was pretty great. Goodnight Nurse opened which was insane as they had been split for like 14 years and got together again purely for this concert, both sounded amazing. Anyway rip to my r6 babes uh ✌

Summary: After fighting tooth and nail you find yourself at Alejandro's safe house. Finding that you're not alone, you're reunited with your lover who patches you up.

Word count: 2221

Warnings: None

AO3

Exhaustion consumed you, or perhaps it was the acute blood loss. A tight bandage on your thigh made transport possible but didn't stop it from hurting like a real right bitch. Pain spiked with every vibration of the motorbike, a constant thrum that constantly reminded you of the bullet's location as your adrenaline wore off.

Eyes on the road, your mind finally had the peace to wander. Thoughts of the last few days ran back to you. The missile. The one that had been in Oceana air space. Its target had been unknown, most likely Sydney. Luckily that their anti-missile programmes shot it down before it reaches its destination. The new, you could recall it clear as day. Everyone at the base watched as reporters tried to get a glimpse of the wreckage.

The call. Within two hours they had you packed up and ready to go. A representative as ordered by the ANZCTC. You had always been good at international problems, yet the pressure was on, two counties waiting in breath to find out who attacked. Who wanted to start a war? Only a select amount of people knew the discovery that the missiles were of American design.

While the wind continued past your face your mind continued to wander. The landing, your mistrust of PMC involvement. The familiar eyes of your lover. Professionals, that's what you were, only ever romantically communicating with the flash of an eye. It made you wonder, had you been comprised? If it wasn't you there but someone else in your place, would they have noticed or seen any signs of Grave's betrayal? You certainly didn't. While you didn't trust PMCs, you didn't expect them to gun down families in the streets. Then again, you were always the optimist of the two.

A small crackling tinking sound came from the bike when you eventually stopped at the end of the gravel road, the bike turned off. Lights were on inside, you certainly weren't the first to reach it and you only hoped that everyone else was already there. Without a working radio, you weren't surprised that they left you behind. It was the right call, the hard call. But the right one.

The lights cracked off and you heard the most subtle of moments while you pushed the bike onto its stand. Too tired to care about any other immediate danger, you swung your injured leg off and plopped to the ground with a hiss. Gravel crunched under your weight as you attempted to steady yourself.

Eyes shut, you winced as you started to drag your leg. Its pain had solidified its presence and every move made it ache. The soft sound of your name has your head look up. Your name, actual name. Not the dumb nickname that you could never get rid of, but your actual name. The sound soft from Ghost's lips as he approached you. "You're alive." A statement, one of relief.

"For now. Is everyone else okay? Or is it just you?" Your voice became gruff as he approached you.

"Rudy and Soap both made it. Haven't heard anything from Price or Laswell." His gentle touch came beside you before he wrapped your arm around his shoulder. With the added support he helped you walk towards the entrance of the safe house.

"Thank god you guys are alright. Fucking terrifying being alone and not knowing if anyone else had made it." You hissed each time your foot walked.

"You never replied to coms. I only heard from Johnny." There was guilt buried deep down in the back of his throat.

"I'm not blaming you, Simon. You kept John safe, it was the right call to leave without me. My coms got slabbed." He tilted his head slightly to see the mess of wires attached to your chest.

"How?"

"Leg had me far slower than usual. I had hit my head when I rolled down that hill three of them had found me. Trust me, they got it a lot worse than I did. Fucking cunts." You mumbled the last part under your breath as Ghost pushed open the door with the flat of his hand. There Rudy and Soap were on the edge of their seats, guns ready but stopped when they saw your frame which clung to Ghost.

"Quest!" The pair of them both spoke in unison. A chorus of the nickname you had originally despised, a sound you had never been so happy to hear.

"Another patient for nurse Ghost huh?" Soap's eyes flashed to your leg before he started to prepare a chair for you. The health kit had already been brought out and you couldn't help but wonder who else got hurt.

Ghost helped you onto the chair and the second you felt down the weight of the world seemed to wash away from you. "Good to see you two boys still kicking."

"How did you know we were here?" Soap asked while Ghost went off to wash his hands.

"I didn't. Alejandro told me of this place when I told him of my mistrust of the Shadows."

"You thought something like this would happen?" Rudy cocked a brow while you shook your head a little.

"To this extreme? God no, I just thought it was fishy. American missiles and an American PMC. I would be lying if the possibility of them firing it hadn't crossed my mind. My superiors agreed with me."

"Your superiors?" Soap asked and your eyes glanced at Ghost who had returned, no doubt hearing everything from the room's echo.

"She is an investigator for her military." Ghost informed them. "Finds out what happened when shit hit the fan."

"Normally have to clean up too." You mumbled under your breath.

"Oh, so that's why people call her Quest, short for Questions right? Cause she asks lots of questions."

"Close, had the first part right Johnny. You will get it eventually." Ghost hummed as he neared. He grabbed a chair near you and started to cut away your bandage.

"He's never going to get it, Ghost, don't be mean." Your partner did little but gave you a small wink behind his mask. Ghost's eyes found the decently sized hole in your thigh and where you had cut around all your fabric.

"Did you get it out?" It was obvious you had certainly tried. In the process making more of a mess of the wound.

"No. Hand was too shaky." Ghost found the disinfectant still on the table and his eyes flashed to yours.

"Why don't you tell him about how you got it then, since he's never going to find out any other way." A distraction from the pain, something else to focus on. That was Ghost's goal.

"Back when I was a little recruit, fresh and new in the Military-" The sting of the liquid had your voice choke for a moment and you made sure to keep your eyes focused on John or Rudy.

"I always knew my place, knew not to talk back." The sting changed to a small throbbing pain which spiked while he started to poke around with tweezers to find the bullet. "But one day we are doing a mock assignment, the group of us. Our Sargent then barks 'any questions?'" A hiss came from your lips as Ghost located the bullet and started to get a good grasp on it.

"And me being the dumb recruit I was, put my hand up and he calls on me. So I ask 'why are we doing this way?'" Ghost let out a small chuckle under his breath and you heard the clink of the bullet on the table.

"So my Sargent responds, royally pissed mind you, 'do you think you have a better plan? Are you undermining me?" You suck in a breath as a needle penetrates your skin.

"So I'm shitting bricks here but reply 'No Sargent, I wish to know how you think and decide on such matters so I can learn to do so." Soap leans in at this while Rudy tilted his head slightly.

"Mentally I'm preparing my funeral but my Sargent takes a step back. There's something in his eyes and he huffs. 'If you make it out of this you will report to me in my office, understood?' Then he walked off."

"I'm surprised you're still alive. What happened when you went to his office?" Rudy asked.

"He was really calm and well not shouting at us. Then he went in thoroughly on how they would come to such a plan and conclusion. But after that, I was on his radar and god that man pushed me harder than anyone else."

"For a good reason." Ghost mumbled.

"Mmm, it certainly paid off. That man is certainly the reason why I love regulation so much."

"Don't think I've ever heard someone be a fan of red tape before." Soap's brows rose and he leaned back on his chair.

"Rules are there for a reason. They keep us safe and prevent fuck ups. Someone always has to pay the price of someone's cut corners."

"You must have seen a lot of shit hermana." A puff of air left your mouth as Ghost lift your leg slightly to give access to the roll of bandage.

"Too much."

"Suppose this is business as usual for you then?" Soaps eyes fell on Ghost for a second as he started to clean up.

"To a degree. Graves won't get away from this. Not to be that guy but if something happens to me a lot of alarms are going to be raised."

"Couldn't he just lie? Say you got killed by Hassan's guys?" Soap asked and you shook her your head.

"Either way it will trigger another investigation in the matter."

"They were fucked the second this became so international." Ghost's hand brushed against yours for a second and the pair of you made eye contact. A small sign of comfort.

"A lot of eyes on them now." You agreed. "Have we heard anything from Alejandro?" With your wound now fixed, Ghost was in a better position to answer your questions.

"He's caught up in an old prison. Alongside the rest of our men." Ruby informed you. You stood up from the chair and started to walk around the room, getting used to the feeling. Now that you were patched up, it was far easier and less painful to do so.

"So got a plan to bust 'em out?" Before Soap or Rudy could reply, Ghost cut them off.

"We do. You're too injured to." There was a fire in his eyes that demand you not to argue.

"I've fought on worse. You need all the people you can get." Rudy and Soap glanced at each other and Ghost let out a sigh.

"Outside. If you can even walk that far."

"I'm fine now." He followed you out the door and into the cool night air.

"Simon, I'm fine to fight." Yet he didn't say a word. You followed him around the corner and he turned to face you.

"I know."

"I can help get them back. I care about them too."

"You coming would be more of a detriment than anything else."

"Excuse me?" You took a step towards him, offence written on your face.

"You're compromising me." His words had you pause and your lips parted. Simon pulled off the mask from his face and you were met with his sweaty and grease-paint-covered face. "I won't be able to focus properly knowing that you're with us injured. I know you're strong, I know you can do it. This is why I'm asking you, not as a lieutenant but as your partner. Stay here. Don't push yourself. Heal."

"Oh, Simon." Your face softened at his expression and your hand graced his face.

"It killed me inside losing you. If Johnny hadn't been there… His voice trailed off as he broke eye contact. "I would have torn that city apart." His eyes snapped back to yours, voice low.

"I'm glad you didn't. Keep John and yourself safe." Your thumb stroked his face and a second later his face leaned into yours, lips soft against your own.

"I can't lose you." Simon numbered against your lips, a beg.

"You won't." A promise. "I'll stay here, only if you come back."

"I will." His slightly dry but soft lips once again graced yours. A slow kiss turned passionate as your arms wrapped around his neck. Simon took a step towards you which forced your back. The cool material of the building behind you came into contact with your back. His hand slapped against it for support and he lift your injured leg. He was gentle in the action, supporting it while he fit so perfectly in between your legs.

"Simon." Your voice trailed off as he kissed down against your jaw. "You kiss me like a dying man."

"I am a ghost." His dead voice had you choke out a laugh.

“In all seriousness, don’t kiss me like this is goodbye. It better not be.”

“It’s not goodbye.”

“Good because if you don’t come back, I’m going after you.” He didn’t react and your hands slipped down to the front of his chest.

“I better come back then.”

#call of duty #cod #cod x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley #literally just something that had been circling in my head

173 notes · View notes

clarencestreet · 1 year

Text

the end of march

its the end of march and i wish i had more to say.

in march we saw: pavement, harry styles, bikini kill, lorde, my chemical romance & we went to knotfest. we also went and saw pale waves but that was significant for different reasons.

i'm sitting here with a torn calf, reminiscing on the tears, feathers and piercings screams at the harry styles show. and how much it warmed my heart to see teenage girls have the time of their life. how many weeks in advance they would've planned their day, their outfits and which parent was designated to get them home.

there were so many teenage girls at bikini kill too. that's why i love the internet — i discovered bikini kill via a tumblr post of the documentary dirty girls which led me to then discover riot grrrl. I'm sure they discovered bikini kill from a tiktok video that was compiling a list of 'iconic 90s punk bands' or something like that. or through the le tigre song deceptacon trending on tiktok. some of the girls got sharpies and wrote bikini kill all over their bodies. some of them were with their parents. some of them had freshly died blue hair. it was a monday night and they definitely all had school the next day. i hope they bragged about going.

teenage girls also love my chemical romance. they don't love jimmy eat world (sadly). maybe once they hit their 20s they'll realise how 'real' the lyrics to 'a praise chorus' are and never look back. but teenage girls don't have the reference for 00s suburban nostalgia like i do — one tree hill, channel v rock & autumn school holidays — so maybe they don't have the same frame of reference for where they sit in culture.

then again, how the hell do teenagers have a 'frame of reference' for my chem? well i guess the answer is the internet — the internet is the home of subculture. emo has been warped, modified and expanded because of the internet — emo is gerard way scurrying around the stage like a goblin in a pencil skirt, blaring operatically punk vocals into the void. emo is billie eilish spitting black vile in the music video for an off-kilter rnb-pop piano ballad. all these kids discovered emo online in some different way, shape or form.

just because this shit didn't happen in the confines of a 200-cap venue, doesn't make it any less important. the internet allows us to reimagine, repurpose and rethink past ideals and aesthetics, making them relevant to who we are now. I'm no web-simp either. the fact that i started this by saying how many 'live' events I've attended this year proves that. live music is vital, powerful and life-giving. but so is spending hours into the morning making playlists, or riding on the bus with one headphone in, sharing the other with your friend.

5 notes · View notes